When the summer pounced, Zhang Xiaohu directly jumped into the air and flew to a higher altitude, and the summer only paused slightly, and then followed, both of them had the same idea, the battle between the god refining monks was too fierce, not far from the bottom, I'm afraid they didn't have to fight, just lie on the ground and watch the excitement.

More than ten zhang apart, the two of them hovered motionless in the air, after the assault just now, they didn't dare to attack easily even in the summer.

The spirit is constantly accumulating, one wave is better than the other, the summer holds the nine-ring machete in his hand, slowly turns the tip of the knife, his eyes are firmly staring at Zhang Xiaohu, his blood is boiling, but he presses it down again and again, and in the end, the blood-red breath has almost become the substance, looking from a distance, a big red halo in the sky wraps the summer, and even the falling snowflakes are far away from him and dare not approach.

I want to compare the breath over there like a rainbow, but Zhang Xiaohu here is as quiet as a mountain, the breath is introverted, and the energy flows slowly in the body, accumulating but not hair, it looks like a majestic mountain and river, but it has a feeling of being intimidating and stopping.

Xiang'er rushed into the crowd below, and the thunder in her palm sounded.

Like a signal, Summer suddenly moved, as fast as lightning, and the raised machete slashed straight down from the top, with an indomitable momentum.

Just in the summer, his shoulder moved, Zhang Xiaohu also moved, the gun body flicked, and he blocked it against the knife light, fighting with a monk of the same level for the first time, for him, the mood was extremely excited, but he was always suppressed and did not show it.

The body of the gun is dim, only the tip of the gun is slightly with a faint golden energy, and the same is true of the nine-ring machete over there, except for the slight light of the blade, the entire machete is also bland, it seems that this restrained kung fu is not Zhang Xiaohu alone, thousands of years of development, the relics of the Great Witch abound, the exercises of Daxia are not stronger than the Shuangri Continent, not one or two points, if it were not for Zhang Xiaohu to meet the village Wuzhi Lake, this point, I can't understand it at all, and I am still squandering my strength stupidly.

The spear head and the blade collided together, and a giant elephant rumbled, and two figures, one left and one right, were quickly thrown out on both sides, and neither of them could please him.

The palm of the hand was numb, the tiger's mouth was aching faintly, wave after wave of power, along the body of the gun, kept surging towards the arm, Zhang Xiaohu burst out violently, the blood and blood boiled spontaneously, the muscles of both arms were congested and expanded, and instantly turned into a humanoid monster, but the monster of the year was not abrupt compared with the person opposite.

This is no longer the Shuangri Continent, from the stones encountered at the beginning, to the soldiers of Shanzang City, and finally to this summer, none of them are not amazingly powerful, all of them are born with divine power, and strength is no longer Zhang Xiaohu's strength alone.

Every inch of muscle was trembling, and a steady stream of energy was pouring from the whole body to the arms, constantly canceling out the incoming power.

Zhang Xiaohu's strength flowed wildly, enveloping and canceling out the power, but what could not be eliminated was wrapped and rushed to his throat, and with a breath of breath, it shot straight into the ruler like white smoke, condensed in the air for half a sound before slowly dispersed.

"Enough, come again"

Zhang Xiaohu rested for a while, relieved himself, and pounced with a gun with a shake of his arms, and the gun attacked like a dragon, grabbing the gun without leaving the key point of summer.

The tossed summer froze in mid-air, his eyes narrowed slightly, he was defeated in the first battle, not only did he not be afraid, but aroused greater anger, stretched out his arms to the sky and roared, kicked hard, and pounced again.

Dangdangdang.

The light of the spear shadow and knife flickered in the air, turning into two distinct balls of light on the left and right, colliding with each other again and again.

Again, again.

Zhang Xiaohu shouted silently in his heart, the bloodiness in his heart was stimulated at this moment, he completely forgot what moves, what skills, only the sword light that kept chopping in his eyes, dancing the spear and attacking the opponent again and again.

The legs seemed to be nailed in mid-air, neither of them retreated for half a minute, fighting desperately with red eyes, the power kept colliding, and the shock waves spread out from the place where the blades hit, and the entire sky was disturbed, if the two were not on the ground at this moment, I am afraid that the ground would have disappeared.

Fortunately, both of them are god-level cultivators, and the blades in their hands are hard to hit, but the power is not exposed at all, except for the shock wave, there is no trace of residual power, and they are steadily gathered in their hands, and the master duel, a little more strength is one more chance.

I don't know how many times they collided, and the abrupt two people invariably separated by force.

Whew.

Zhang Xiaohu bent over and gasped loudly, the sweat on his forehead kept flowing down his cheeks, the tiger's mouth was already blurred with flesh and blood, and the strong repair physique of the refiner could not be repaired in the vicious fight just now, his arms were so numb that he had no feeling, and the constant impact, the power had already soaked into the bones along the muscles, if it weren't for the strong and solid bones that had been tempered into gold, I am afraid that the arm bones would be shattered into pieces after this round.

The summer on that side was not comfortable, he was already carried away by anger, he was hit hard by Zhang Xiaohu, and suddenly forgot about revenge, only knew how to slash hard, only knew how to smash the body of the person in front of him, but forgot all kinds of tricks from childhood to college.

His hands were trembling, his muscles seemed to be out of control, his face turned blood-red, and the impact of power made him a little unable to control his qi and blood.

In the summer of relieving the strength, the pupils shrank rapidly, dangerous, the person in front of him was extremely dangerous, just now he was obviously here for revenge, but he never wanted to fall into the rhythm of the other party, and he was hit hard with a force, forgetting his advantages.

Again, the two collided together, but this time, without the roaring impact, completely, the two changed their style, the two lights and shadows mixed together, but the sound of the blades could hardly be heard, the speed was getting faster and faster, and the two lights and shadows gradually turned into a ball, unable to distinguish each other.

Zhang Xiaohu's gun walked as he pleased, and the tip of the gun and the light of the knife retreated, not giving the other party a chance to touch hard.

Picking, leading, leading, turning, stirring, pressing, often attacking the opponent's weakest place, weak strength, but bringing the opponent's direction to change greatly, losing the original effect, a move just used, but had to retreat and start over.

All kinds of moves came easily, the more I fought, the more natural I felt, the heart and eye were one, and in the end, the gun didn't arrive, just a look, and I had to take the knife back for protection in the summer.

Ten thousand points of knife light, overwhelmingly attacked, Zhang Xiaohu's gun body shook, countless gun tips, like a little starlight, facing the knife light, each point of the gun, has its own soul, and the knife light collides with each other, but gently unloads the force aside.

The gun style is becoming more and more round, constantly stirring, like Tai Chi, yin and yang are divided, but you have me and I have you, sometimes left yin and right yang, sometimes left yang and right yin, whirring and turning, turning and turning, and the illusion is non-stop.

The sword light that struck was turned into nothing by the spear, and the starlight was constantly flickering.

Zhang Xiaohu gradually immersed himself in it, closed his eyes, reveled in it, only felt that the world was natural, nothing more than that, completely forgetting that he was still in the middle of a vicious fight, but at this time, although he easily blocked the attack of summer, he also lost a few points of attack, and the moves were mostly defended.

Summer was furious in his heart, boy, he looked down on people too much, and he had the audacity to close his eyes.

With a twist of the wrist, the nine-ring machete in his hand shook slightly, and with each attack, the blade remained the same, but the back of the knife kept shaking, and the nine iron rings on the back jingled and rang chaotically, faintly, but straight into the hearts of the people.

In the summer, the action changed again, constantly splitting around Zhang Xiaohu, and the knife light flashed and quickly retracted before Zhang Xiaohu counterattacked, and thousands of knife lights wrapped Zhang Xiaohu tightly, and when there was a mistake in one place, it turned into thunder and lightning.

Jingle bells, jingle bells.

The faint sound of the iron ring crashing was incessant, hidden in the whistling of knives and guns, but it seemed to be condensed in the heart.

Zhang Xiaohu suddenly felt a little nauseous in his heart, the indescribable discomfort was stagnant in his chest, and his breath was also a little uncomfortable.

As soon as the gun in his hand slowed down, he felt a thunderbolt flash, even if he closed his eyes, it also illuminated the whole heart.

Zhang Xiaohu hurriedly opened his eyes, made a mistake under his feet, and retreated sharply, one after another, large and small circles, with the continuous rotation of the spear in his hand, towards the flashing thunder, bit by bit.

A smile appeared on his face in the summer, don't look at his rough and powerful appearance, but the nine-ring machete in his hand is no more insidious, this style of sound skills, I don't know how many heroes and heroes are in the shadow, often when they are about to win, they inexplicably capsize.

The person followed the light of the knife, and the thunder remained the same, but the back of the knife was still shaking lightly, and the crisp impact of a string of jingling bells followed the knife and pounced on Zhang Xiaohu together.

The heart became more and more uncomfortable and nauseous, the breath could hardly be transferred, and the circle was broken without attacking, like a soap bubble, quietly dissipating.

The thunder flashed again, instantly crossed the broken circle, and slashed squarely at Zhang Xiaohu's chest, Zhang Xiaohu only had time to cross the body of the gun, and was hit by the thunder, a mouthful of blood spilled more than a mile away, the ribs in the chest were snapped, and the chest cavity almost completely collapsed.

If it weren't for Xiang'er's treasure clothes refined with the skin of the Black Jiaohuang Jiao, if it weren't for Xiang'er's constant injection of groups of spirit runes into the treasure clothes every day, if it weren't for Zhang Xiaohu's timely reaction and blocking the spear in front of his chest, this time, Zhang Xiaohu's life would not have been killed, and Zhang Xiaohu would have been disemboweled.

It was difficult to gain a foothold, the strength did not have time to run to the chest, the breath was still broken and scattered, and summer rushed in.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you, where is there anything polite, in the summer, the body turned into a knife rainbow, just like this, there is no change, a simple knife, instantly chopped over.